After taking her medicine, Elisa fell into a deep sleep. Hamish came in and lifted her blanket, but she didn’t wake up. Elisa had a petite and slender frame, and the past half month of running around had made her even thinner. When she took off her clothes, you could even see the outline of her ribs around her waist.
Hamish sat down and pinched Elisa’s face. “Wake up and have your meal.”
Feeling uncomfortable, Elisa squirmed and reluctantly opened her sleepy eyes. Her complexion wasn’t good, and she tugged at her blanket. “I’m not feeling well. I don’t want to eat.”
Assertively, Hamish pulled her out of bed. “You have stomach problems and you still won’t eat properly. Do you want to turn it into stomach cancer?”
His unintentional words felt like a knife stabbing Elisa’s heart. Elisa was dazed for a moment, with a bitter smile on her lips.
If Hamish had shown this kind of concern before, maybe she wouldn’t have let her stomach problems develop into stomach cancer.
Elisa suddenly laughed and obediently got out of bed, following Hamish downstairs.
When they reached the ground floor, dinner was already served. There were both meat and vegetables. Lila was sitting in Elisa’s usual seat, smiling gracefully, resembling a hostess.
Hamish didn’t pay any attention to the fact that the chairs were occupied and Elisa was the only one who understood that Lila was trying to replace her.
“Mrs. Gordon, bring another set of chopsticks for Mrs. Gordon,” Lila instructed, then looked apologetically at Elisa. “I thought you weren’t going to have dinner tonight.”
“I wasn’t planning to eat since I wasn’t feeling well today, but Hamish specially came upstairs to call me, so I came.” Her words sounded like flaunting in Lila’s ears.
A sweet smile appeared at the corner of Elisa’s lips, with an evident malice.
She liked the feeling of being unbeatable despite the other person’s attempts to argue with her. Even though Lila had been living here for quite some time, she still enjoyed provoking Elisa. Every time she failed to gain the upper hand, she would deliberately provoke Elisa, walking right into her trap.
Elisa glanced at the dishes on the table. There were both meat and vegetables, and Lila’s cooking skills were decent. It was clear that she had made them according to Hamish’s taste.
Elisa sat down at the table and stared at the steamed fish in front of her. As she smelled the aroma, a wave of nausea suddenly surged in her stomach, making her want to vomit.
Elisa pushed her chair back, clenched her teeth, and rushed into the bathroom with all her strength. She was in a hurry and didn’t close the door, so the sound of vomiting could be clearly heard from outside.
Lila, who was sitting at the table, holding a spoon and scooping soup, turned pale. She couldn’t help but wish she could drag Elisa out of the bathroom.
She and Elisa had never gotten along, and she couldn’t help but have biased thoughts. She thought Elisa was intentionally trying to disgust her with the food she cooked.
After a few minutes, the sound of flushing water came from inside. Elisa leaned against the wall and came out, her face pale, her body swaying, as if she had contracted some incurable disease.
“What’s wrong with you?” Hamish’s tone was somewhat impatient. He already had no appetite, and Elisa’s vomiting made him even less willing to eat. “Was it intentional?”
Elisa didn’t have the strength to argue with him. Weakly, she touched her stomach and said, “My stomach feels uncomfortable, I don’t want to eat.”
“Should I take you to the hospital?” Hamish suggested.
“No need, it’s an old problem. I’ll go upstairs, take my medicine, and drink some hot water. You guys eat.” After violently vomiting, tears streamed down her face uncontrollably. Droplets of water hung on her pitch-black eyelashes, making her look pitiful. It was a strange way to seek sympathy.
Hamish’s gaze remained fixed on Elisa’s face. He was looking at Elisa, but Lila, who was beside him, was looking at him.
What is a third party? In a love affair, the one who is not loved is the third party.
Previously, Lila had been confident in arguing against this notion, believing that Hamish loved her. But now, all those passionate words had turned into silence.
Seeing Elisa go upstairs, Hamish turned to Mrs. Gordon and said, “Go and check on her. If it’s serious, call the doctor.”
“Oh, okay, I’ll go check on Miss Powell.” Mrs. Gordon followed closely behind Elisa.
Hamish resumed holding his chopsticks and picked up a piece of fish for Lila. “Let’s eat, no need to worry about her.”
Lila stared at the fish in her bowl. If it were before, Hamish would have carefully removed the fish bones before serving it to her.
After drinking some lemon water, Elisa felt a bit better. She lay on the bed, caressing her abdomen. This time, the onset of stomach cancer felt different from before.
Previously, the pain would be so severe that she would vomit blood, but recently, it was nausea and the feeling of being completely drained. Just the sight of greasy and fishy-smelling food made her want to vomit.
Coupled with her recent mental fatigue and exhaustion, along with various symptoms, Elisa couldn’t help but wonder, “Could it be Hepatitis B?”
Already having stomach cancer and adding Hepatitis B to the mix would be the final blow to her already unhealthy body.
Elisa bit her lip tightly. Could she hold on for another year, until the day Hamish’s feelings for her changed?
One should think positively. Although the symptoms were similar, it didn’t necessarily mean she had Hepatitis B. Besides, if she did have it, she would infect Hamish, and they would both die.
She didn’t have much time left to live anyway. If she held onto Hamish until the moment of her death, it would be worth it no matter how you looked at it.